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TULLOCHGORUM.

Fiddlers, your pins in temper fix,
And ruset weel your fiddle sticks;
But banish vile Italian tricks
Frae out your quorum:
Nor fortes wi' pianoe mix,
Gie's Tullochgorom.—Fergusson
Words by Rev. John Skinner.

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